Can — Spoon

Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care